WHEN THE LIGHTS GO ON
Insights on WHEN THE LIGHTS GO ON:
“It’s kind of like a production is about to begin, right? Dusk announces the beginning of the third act, and the lights go on, on stages all across Los Angeles. Narrow allies cutting through West Hollywood… sidewalks trampled by late night people and their plans for Downtown… orphaned lampposts – I don’t know why but I’ve always found lone lampposts to be romantic, like lost, frail lighthouses – dotting a slow morse code over lonely light, and down narrow coastal roads… I love L.A, mostly for its strangeness. Everyone makes a scene at some point.”
– BRANDY ALEXANDER
Insights on WHEN THE LIGHTS GO ON:
“It’s kind of like a production is about to begin, right? Dusk announces the beginning of the third act, and the lights go on, on stages all across Los Angeles. Narrow allies cutting through West Hollywood… sidewalks trampled by late night people and their plans for Downtown… orphaned lampposts – I don’t know why but I’ve always found lone lampposts to be romantic, like lost, frail lighthouses – dotting a slow morse code over lonely light, and down narrow coastal roads… I love L.A, mostly for its strangeness. Everyone makes a scene at some point.”
– BRANDY ALEXANDER
Insights on WHEN THE LIGHTS GO ON:
“It’s kind of like a production is about to begin, right? Dusk announces the beginning of the third act, and the lights go on, on stages all across Los Angeles. Narrow allies cutting through West Hollywood… sidewalks trampled by late night people and their plans for Downtown… orphaned lampposts – I don’t know why but I’ve always found lone lampposts to be romantic, like lost, frail lighthouses – dotting a slow morse code over lonely light, and down narrow coastal roads… I love L.A, mostly for its strangeness. Everyone makes a scene at some point.”
– BRANDY ALEXANDER